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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Seven
Summer returned. One morning I was picking flowers in my auntÕs
front yard when a group of boys came by. They rode bicycles and they
were hallooing to each other, riding fast someplace, when they saw me.
Their cycling slowed. They looked at me. I looked at them.
ÒHi,Ó one boy said to me. Immediately I liked him. He was bare-
chested and he was wearing a swimsuit. The other boys were also dressed
in swimsuits and even though they were younger than me, the oldest no
bigger than 12, I found myself liking all of them, in a motherly way. In
response to my smile they all popped quite visible boners in their
swimsuits. They blushed and rode away, though the biggest, who I liked
the best, glanced back at me once, and gave me a broad grin.
It did not take long to make their acquaintance. In less than a week
they had come to my auntÕs house several times and we had all swam
together in her pool.
Then one day I got a wicked idea. I invited the boys over and they
arrived in their swimsuits, as before, but I didnÕt immediately take them
out back. Instead I took them downstairs. In the coolness of the
basement, I told them to take off their swimsuits.
ÒWhat?Ó one of the boys, named Ricky, asked. ÒArenÕt we going
swimming?Ó
ÒNo, boys,Ó I answered. ÒAuntieÕs away today so I thought it would
be a perfect time for something you need to learn about.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó a boy named Todd asked.
ÒSex,Ó I replied.
ÒOooooh,Ó the all chimed, in unison, the littlest two looking a bit
frightened as they said it. But my favorite boy, the one who was oldest,
grinned a complicitous smile. He untied his swimsuit and pulled it down
to his knees.
ÒCÕmon,Ó he said. ÒIf she wants us naked itÕs the least we can do,
since we swim naked at the swimming hole anyway.Ó
ÒYeah. But thereÕs no girls down at the swimming hole,Ó a boy named
Chet said.
ÒYou swim naked down at that muddy old river?Ó I asked.
ÒSure. When weÕre alone,Ó Chet said.
Despite their misgivings, the boys undressed in my basement. It
didnÕt take much, just a quick tug on their swimsuits and their cocks were
free. I stared at them. I must have licked my lips because Billy, the
littlest, said,
ÒWhat are you going to do, eat us?Ó
ÒThatÕs what Monica Lewinsky did to the President,Ó Todd said.
ÒNo,Ó I answered. ÒBut tell me this: can you all make sperm?Ó
ÒYes,Ó they all chimed. Then one of them asked, ÒWhatÕs sperm?Ó
ÒYou need to be excused,Ó I said. ÒGo upstairs and go swimming and
IÕll tell you what happened later.Ó
ÒI want to learn about sex,Ó the boy protested.
ÒGo on,Ó the oldest boy, who was named Frank, told him. ÒShe told
you sheÕd let you in on everything later.Ó
ÒOh well. Okay,Ó the boy said. He pulled his swimsuit back up. Then
he went running up the basement steps, apparently glad to be going, though
later one of the boys told me heÕd found him wanking himself in my auntÕs
swimming pool.
I led the boys into a bedroom. It was a special bedroom, in my auntÕs
basement, that she had recently had soundproofed. SheÕd threatened to
make it my bedroom if I didnÕt behave. In this room there was not only a
bed, but also a whip. It hung menacingly above the head of the bed, from a
peg.
I pointed to the nightstand beside the bed. There were bottles and
flasks and tubs of cream on the nightstand.
ÒSee boys?Ó I said. I walked up to the nightstand. I picked up a
bottle of perfume and squirted myself. ÒThis is perfume. It makes a girl
smell pretty.Ó I picked up a flask of oil. I poured some into my palm.
ÒAnd this is oil,Ó I said. ÒItÕs to oil your penises. Would you like to try
some?Ó I handed the flask to Frank. His eyes glowed. I picked up a tub of
cream. ÒAnd this is cream,Ó I said. ÒItÕs for a girlÕs bottom, after sheÕs
been whipped.Ó
ÒChloe? Are you down there?Ó my aunt called.
ÒYeeeek!Ó I cried.
ÒChloe? Are you alright?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒYes, auntie!Ó I shouted, as soon as IÕd recovered myself.
ÒSheÕs giving us a tour of the basement!Ó Todd hollared.
ÒQuick! Get your swimsuits back on,Ó I told them.
We went upstairs. We had knowing eyes but I guess my aunt, if she
suspected anything, chose not to ask us about it.
ÒDidnÕt you go shopping, auntie?Ó I asked her in my most innocent
voice.
ÒOh, I got halfway there, and remembered IÕd forgotten my purse,Ó
my aunt said. ÒNow that IÕm home again I guess IÕll just stay.Ó
ÒYou can go shopping if you want to, auntie!Ó I told her. ÒWould you
like me to go upstairs and get your purse for you?Ó
ÒNo, Chloe,Ó my aunt said. ÒGo out back and go swimming with your
friends. IÕll make you lunch in an hour or so.Ó
ÒI hear theyÕre having a big sale down town,Ó Frank told her.
ÒEverythingÕs on sale. Heck, IÕve heard that even the Eiffel Tower is on
sale!Ó
ÒThank you, Frank,Ó my aunt said. She looked at me. I looked back at
her.
ÒWeÕll go out back, auntie,Ó I told her.
ÒThank you, Chloe,Ó my aunt replied.
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